u and take you home," she added to Jane. "You know we
have no car of our own."

"How do you do," said Jane, smiling at Mrs. Waring-Gaunt. "I can't get
at you very well just now. It was very kind of you to come for us."

"And she has left her brother very sick at home," said Nora in a low
voice.

"We won't keep you waiting," said Jane, beginning to scramble up the
bank again. "Come, Larry, I shall get father and you shall help with our
things."

"Right you are," said Larry.

"Met your friends, I see, Miss Brown," said the handsome giant. "I know
it is mean of me, but I am really disgusted. It is bad enough to be held
up here for a night, but to lose your company too."

"Well, I am awfully glad," said Jane, giving him such a delighted smile
that he shook his head disconsolately.

"No need telling me that. Say," he added in an undertone, "that's your
friend Nora, ain't it? Stunning girl. Introduce me, won't you?"

"Yes, if you will help me with my things. I am in an awful hurry and
don't want to keep them waiting. Larry, this is Mr. Dean Wakeham." The
young man shook hands with cordial frankness, Larry with suspicion in
his heart.

"Let me have your check, Jane, and I will go and get your trunk," said
Larry.

"No, you come with me, Larry," said Jane decidedly. "The trunk is too
big for you to handle. Mr. Wakeham, you will get it for me, won't you,
please? I will send a porter to help."

"Gladly, Miss Brown. No, I mean with the deepest pain and regret," said
Wakeham, going for the trunk while Larry accompanied her in quest of the
minor impedimenta that constituted her own and her father's baggage.

"Jane, have you any idea how glad I am to see you?" demanded Larry as
they passed into the car.

Jane's radiant smile transformed her face. "Yes, I think so," she said
simply. "But we must hurry. Oh, here is Papa."

Dr. Brown hailed Larry with acclaim. "This is very kind of you, my dear
boy; you have saved us a tedious wait."

"We must hurry, Papa," said Jane, cutting him short. "Mrs. Waring-Gaunt,
who has come for us in her car, has left her brother ill at home." She
marshalled them promptly into the car and soon had them in line for the
motor, bearing the hand baggage and wraps, the porter following with
Jane's own bag. "Thank you, porter," said Jane, giving him a smile that
reduced that functionary to the verge of grinning imbecility, and a tip
which he received with an air of absent-minded indifference. "Go